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Out of the Moonlight and into Florescent



You were poetry in motion

So I wrote before

Movement fluid with grace and charm

Mesmerizing me



Your similes have now dropped

Your silvery voice turned brass

Gold turned back to lead

You’re a metawhore



Leaving me to prose the question

What happened to you?

I find no rhyme or reason

And it’s killing me



© 2000 Bart Breen